Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.